Before my mind can catch up with my body, he pulls my robe aside and drops his jeans. His mouth finds mine, and I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. Our teeth clash as he squeezes my tit. His cock rubs against my still-pulsing pussy, making me moan.
“Luka,” I gasp when we break apart, both of us panting like we just ran a four-minute mile. “I need you inside me!”
“Fuck, peaches. I don’t have any condoms!” He looks stricken.
“I’m clean. I got tested after my lastencounter.” Which was months ago.
“I’m clean, peaches, but we can’t take a risk on you getting pregnant.” Fuck. I wasn’t even thinking about a baby. How dumb am I?
Apparently, dumb enough to take a risk.
“Pull out before you come.” I reach between us and press him against my opening. I can see the exact moment when his control breaks. With a mumbled curse, he’s inside me. Stretching me so wide I feel like I might split like a ripe fruit.
I can feel every inch of him. He presses his forehead against mine, breathing as hard as me. Then he looks into my eyes and smiles.
“Hold tight, peaches.” One hand grabs my ass while the other grips my hair and yanks my head so my back arches. He pulls out to the tip and then rams back inside me. I scream loudly, unprepared for such brutality. It’s overwhelming, yet exactly what I need.
The sound of wet flesh slapping together and gasping grunts fills the bathroom. Teeth graze my nipples before a hot wet mouth sucks one in. Each time he bottoms out inside me, he rubs my clit, and it’s no time at all before I’m coming. Harder than before. So hard I can barely remember my own fucking name.
I’m dimly aware of him cursing before he pulls out and sprays thick ropes of release on my belly and tits. I’m a goddamn mess. We both are.
Yet I still want more.
More of him.
All of him.
My robe falls to the floor as he picks me up and deposits me in the shower. A few seconds later, hot water sluices down over us both. We stand together, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Exhaustion catches up with me, and to my surprise, I yawn. After my long nap earlier, I shouldn’t be this tired, but two world-class orgasms have had a soporific effect on me.
Luka squeezes some shower gel into his hands and quickly washes me and then himself. Ten minutes later, I’m tucked into bed, dry and sleepy.
“Stay?” He drops a kiss on my lips and shakes his head.
“I would love to wake up with you, peaches, but I’m being picked up in…” He glances at the clock on my nightstand and grimaces. “Three hours.”
A yawn escapes as I force my eyelids to remain open. “Where are you going?”
“A photo shoot in LA. The usual bullshit.”
“Sounds…lovely.” Jealousy stabs me in the gut with a rusty knife, but I swallow it down. It’s stupid to catch feelings for this man. Not when he’s my husband’s brother. This is just sex. Fun sex, sure, but nothing more than a physical release for both of us.
“Well, have fun, pretty boy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I wink and roll away from him.
“Sweet dreams, peaches.”
He turns off my lamp, plunging my bedroom into semi-darkness. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to come, but thoughts of Luka with a host of gorgeous models make me feel nauseous.
I know I’m being stupid. Beyond stupid.
After all, I wanted him to fuck me.
Ugh. This is exactly why I don’t do casual sex.
My period must be due. It’s the only explanation for my heightened emotional state.Fucking hormones. First they make me want sex, and then they make me feel bad about wanting sex.
I close my eyes and picture Angelo’s face when he realizes I fucked Luka.
